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I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. “Yes, you do look cute. And much more innocent than you actually are.” I furrowed my brows at him. “So, depending on how things go at the wedding, maybe I’ll make the call that we’re ready later on tonight. Got it?”
He stared at me for a long moment, probably running lots of smart-ass comebacks through his mind, before finally saying what I knew he wanted to say all along. Exactly what I’d been wanting to hear from him. “Yes, Daddy.”
10
JASON
I absolutely loved a good wedding. I’d only personally attended two in my life, but even watching them on TV always made me think about someday having that kind of love myself.
The kind of love that you want forever.
Harris and Jesse had that kind of love and it stirred up feelings I usually tried to keep bottled up. Feelings of vulnerability and baring my soul and making plans forever. It was both exciting and terrifying.
Their backyard was covered in twinkling lights, and their goofy dog, Luna, wandered around with a pillow strapped to her back and the wedding bands tied securely to it. She wasn’t particularly well trained, so I suspected the real rings were safely stored in the house and the ones on Luna were purely decorative.
But it was sweet that they included her.
And even though she decided to roll over in the middle of the ceremony and drag the pillow and rings through the dirty grass, everything was perfect. Including the cake. I don’t think we could have chosen better flavors, and I could’ve eaten a pound of it. Honestly, I probably would’ve kept eating if a certain somebody didn’t remind me that we had plans for later on.
Not that I could forget about our plans.
I’d been half hard and antsy through the entire party, knowing what was coming afterward. Namely, me…
But I forced myself to behave so he wouldn’t have any excuses to keep me waiting. If he tried any of that gentlemanly bullshit, I’d show him how big of a brat I could actually be.
By the time we were able to sneak away from the wedding, the tension between us was at about a million. We even had to stop dancing after the first couple slow songs because dancing led to kissing and kissing led to rubbing and rubbing almost led to a full-on sex show in the middle of the dance floor.
But we were able to control ourselves, and now we were finally going to be bad. Very bad.
“Would you like to go straight home or maybe go for a walk around the park? Burn off some of these calories.”
Both of my hands clenched his bicep as we walked toward his car, and I narrowed my eyes up at him. “No walk. Straight home.”
He chuckled. “Okay, my place or yours?”
He had about three minutes left to get me someplace that I could be naked, or I was going to jump him right in the car. “Yours. It’s closer.”
“We’ll go to my place, and you will behave until we get there.” He swatted my tush as a little reminder that he was in charge.
“Mmm, Daddy.” That smack went straight to my cock, causing it to twitch in my tight pants. “Do that again and I’ll be done before we even get there.”
“Nope.” His firm grip settled on the other side of my back as he held me close to his side. “Just a little bit longer, sweetheart. It’ll be worth the wait. I promise.”
I did my best to behave on the way home.
I put on my seatbelt and held my hands together over my lap, inconspicuously pressing down on my cock without doing anything I wasn’t supposed to. I’d only been in Tony’s apartment a few times when he had to grab something before we went out to lunch, but it was always a brief visit. When I finally got to walk inside as a guest and take a look around, I was both sad and depressed for him.
His apartment was nice, and his furniture was new and comfortable. But there was a distinct lack of warmth in the space. The side of his refrigerator was covered with notes from children and baby pictures, presumably of his patients. But I didn’t see any pictures of him growing up or with people who appeared to be friends or family.
I began to wonder if he had a family. He didn’t talk much about his childhood or siblings, but neither did I. Though, as I looked around, I hoped to add some photos to his walls that included happy memories with him…and me.
Tony walked to the kitchen and flipped on the light. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Water would be great.”
He smiled, apparently happy with my choice. I could’ve asked for a Coke or a beer, but those would only give him a reason to lecture me about how late it was and how much champagne I’d already had.
Now was not the time for a lecture.
